I got home from camp this afternoon. That means I’m home for the summer. That means I’m home for 20 hours.
Tomorrow, I set sail on the asphalt headed towards Davidson. I’m extremely excited to be back at school. My roommate moved in two days ago and I’m very jealous.
But this post isn’t about school, it’s about camp.
I entered this summer fully expecting it to be my last. I maintained this thinking for the majority of my time at camp. Whereas I’d been a cabin counselors the past two summers, this year I was in a different role and still got to work with kids (it’s a summer camp) but not on the same level.
One of my best friends got fired, and in a very tough situation for me, I took over as the counselor in his cabin.
Returning to the cabin setting shook up my mind. I had an excellent last two weeks of the session, and whereas I once thought I would likely not return to camp and certainly not as a counselor, I now find myself seriously considering returning to counseling next summer.
I really came into my own as a staff member in this, my third year on staff. Having my own cabin allowed me to realize just how much I’d learned. Having been groomed to be a counselor for four years, I feel like I’m entering my prime. I still have such great potential to have an impact on kids, and it is that thought that makes me want to return to camp.
At the same time, I need to remember the burned-out feelings I have for a large portion of the summer, and there are so many other appealing alternatives.
The next few months are going to be an interesting time. I’ll see how I feel in December.
